Here we are, toasting the journey.
‘I have a present for you,’ she said.
‘Oooo,’ I said, ‘I have one for you too!’
So we closed our eyes and traded presents – and laughed the way we do.
A small statue for me.
A fridge magnet for her.
Liberty, our victory salute to the forces of life that impel us forward into the risky and unknowable unknown; our yes to the universal impulses that tapped two antipodean dreamers on the shoulder and whispered ‘New York, now!’
Keira found her publishing partner, a man of such ambition, motivation and enthusiasm for her project that she is talking to lawyers.
She’s gone now, her journey over, her mission complete. The photo above was taken by the shaky waiter in the cafe where we met before she left for the airpot.
I caught the train out with her. And on my return home, I received the phone call I came here to answer – from a publisher who is over the moon about the possibility of publishing my book.
I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, I’m off to Pennsylvania for the weekend with my friend Veronica. Her dad is in Russia, we’re going to colonise his house and do our washing.
They have great words in the US, long flowy words, big words, loaded words:
Poughkeepsie (not so loaded, but I didn’t know was a real word until I saw it on a sign post)
Not that the last belongs to the citizens of the United States. But we have collectively allowed them to claim it.
It is a beautiful word.
And it encircles so very, very much.